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Post by Tiffany on Jul 19, 2007 19:03:21 GMT -5
Daedalus sat down with a heavy sigh. He took a quick glance to the lady that had served him. She still had a smile on her face. A small sharp shake of his head dashed her hopes and took the smile right off of her face. He ran one hand through silver locks as he stared into his cup of coffee. It made an interesting color as the color of the coffee reflected in the light crystal blue of his eyes. He was wearing a tight tan sleeveless shirt, that showed off the tribal tattoo on his right arm. It only showed half of it, the rest was on his side. He shifted uncomfortably, not used to wearing a shirt at all. His pants were comfortable, the same tan as his shirt, and let him move easily, which he loved. He was the type to stay outdoors, which explained the longing look he had directed at the window. This was the beginning of his 'entrapment' as he thought of it. He tapped his fingers on the table as he picked up his cup. He took one drink of the black coffee and hissed at the heat. He shook his head and set it back on the table. He pressed his hands together, only with his fingers, and placed them under his chin as he sat staring outside while he waited on his coffee to cool.
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Post by •Mouse• on Jul 19, 2007 19:29:43 GMT -5
It wasn't normal to see Carmela in something other than that white dress she wore with those thigh high, flat, boots. Not normal at all.Instead the 14 year old girl wore a deep blue dress with thing straps. At the waist it grew nice and loose, falling to a little past her knees. The young girl's golden hair was pulled up into a high sitting ponytail, held in place by a white ribbon tied in a bow. With this all she carred a small little clutch purse, money tucked inside with her cellphone, and a pair of black slip-on flats. Young Ms Ikaris was not alone as she stood before the Cafe. Red eyes, with their pink flecks, looked at the sign as her kind face held a gentle smile. A young man stood beside her, tall and strong in appearnce. The fact his even prescence could make Carmela feel safe meant something. His hair was a burnt orange color and fell over his handsome face for the most part as deep gray eyes looked down at the young woman beside him. " Well?" He asked, voice gruff and that of someone that lookd out of place beside such a small and kind girl. A tiny pale hand reached up and wiggled it's way inside his as the small girl smiled up at him and nodded her head in reply. He gave a shockingly tender smile and pulled open the door and with ease pulled Carmela by the hand towards the door and released that small warm hand. She smiled and skipped in, spinning as she reached the center of the room. " I like this place, Dorian" Carmela said with a smile as she turned and waited for the young man in a black coat and pants walked up beside her and nodded. " Can we get some coffee and sit?" Asked the girl patiently pointing to a booth near Daedalus. The young man, by the name of Dorian, turned and looked at the booth and gave a solid nod. " If that is what you want, Miss Ikaris." Dorian replied and approached the counter. Carmela came hurriedly to his side and gave her own order as Dorian gave his. The two looked so odd. As one was small, short and tender in appearence. The other was tall, gruff and looked to be mean and unkind. Speaking of height, Dorian was about 6'3, towering over Carmela. As the young lady behind the counter brought over the beverages with some cakes she lead the way to the booth Carmela had rushed to. " Over here!" She called softly, hand waving in the air at the waitress and Dorian who had stayed behind to pay for the food before they even ate it. Both the waitress and Dorian came over and did as they normally would. The woman placed the tray on the table, giving everyone their orders. Dorian sat across the way and the nodded a thanks. " So, it's almost time for...that?" Asked Carmela softly as she sipped her cocoa. " Yes. You're fifteenth birthday is days away, Miss Ikaris. You should have known I'd be comming sooner or later." Dorian replied as he fold his hands peacefully before him. " Grampa sent you then?" " No, you're grandmother did. She doesn't like the idea of you being alone! Tonight you are to come with me to your grandparents house. They ask to see you." Dorian spoke calmly as he too sipped as he coffee. " Fine. Will I return in your company to the school?" " Yes, I will be officially enrolled." Dorian explained. Carmela gave a smile and giggled softly as if she were happy and quietly went to eating. This is Dorian. ![](http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z177/Roxa_Mouse/diamondsIV.jpg)
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Post by Tiffany on Jul 19, 2007 19:54:18 GMT -5
Daedalus was snapped out of his reveries when something made his seat practically cave in on him. A girl had hopped into a seat on the other side of him. She seemed like a cute little kid, so instead of being angry, he couldnt help but give her a small smile. His eyes turned to the guy she was with, and a small frown flitted across his features, but was gone as quickly as it had appeared. He just gave a small nod and went back to staring out the window. He reached out almost unknowingly to his cooling coffee and took a deep drink. After it was colder it was a good cup of coffee. He looked down at it as if seeing it for the first time. He gave a mock surprised look at the good taste and looked back out the window. He saw someone walking by. She had blond hair and the bluest eyes..He closed his eyes quickly and when he opened them she was gone. His eyes searched her out, but she was lost to him. He shook his head. And partially unwillingly listened to the conversation of the two behind him.
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Post by •Mouse• on Jul 19, 2007 20:08:47 GMT -5
" So, you're actually going to do as Grandma said?" Carmela asked as she took a bite of her food and looked up at Dorian. Her red eyes again fell on the cocoa as she sipped happily and waited patiently. With everything that was going to be said, things about Carmela no one knew would slowly be revealed to the silent listener near by. He'd know things noone but the school's princepal knew.
" It's not just because your grandmother said so." Dorian said with a shake of his head as he looked away and sighed heavily. It seemed the young man was a bit disappointed that Carmela had assumed he was acting like some kind of dog taking oders from his master. In all actuality he really was upset about it. Her being an old friend an all. " I agree with her. You shouldn't be alone at the school, or in general. As your long term friend, Miss Ikaris, I can't allow that." Dorian said rather softly before sipping more of his coffee.
" Dorian, why do you keep refering to me as Miss Ikaris. You, of all people, can call me Carmela." Laughed the small girl as she again sipped her cocoa and went to eating her food. Red eyes moved to look at Daedalus and she smiled warmly before looking back to Dorian. " You act like I'm some rare gem, Dorian. I'm nothing more than y-"
" Don't say that!" Dorian said quickly, his voice stern as he leaned forward with serious eyes. " You're belittling yourself, Carmela. Stop, please. You know I don't like it." The young man say back again with his muffin in hand and took a bite. He looked so sincere as he spoke and seemed so calm as he began to speak again. " You know why I am here, don't make me have to repeat it."
" Aw, but I love hearing you say it. Come on, please!!!" Carmela said as if she was begging. She smiled and giggled as she got a playful roll of his eyes as a response. " Yes, yes. I know why you want to be here and I know why you don't want me alone at school. You don't have to say it again. But, you'll be leaving so often...working for Grandpa and stuff. What's the point?" Carmela sounded just as calm, and just as relaxed as she spoke.
" Because I will at least be close and won't have to drive an hour or so just to see you." Came the soft answer and smile as Dorian sipped his coffee. " Admit it, you're happy to hear I'll be coming to Cassis." Teased Dorian with a wicked, fake, smirk on his face. Carmela laughed and nodded.
" You're right!" She said with a nod before turning to look out the window.
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Post by Tiffany on Jul 19, 2007 21:07:49 GMT -5
Blond hair covered one eye as his head tilted to the side. She had come back into view. She was talking to someone. "Figures.." He muttered as he watched the animated conversation. He kept his eyes on her, wondering why she was so intrigueing. He frown, his eyes slitting as he watched the boy she was talking to and practically compared himself to him. He shook his head. "What am I doing?" He asked himself feircely. He drank the rest of the coffee in one huge gulp and stood up slowly, sliding himself out of the booth. He only gave a cursory glance to the two behind him, still curious about the relationship there was between the two. They looked like complete opposites in every way. It was weird, but who was he to interfere. He walked up to the counter with cup in tow. He leaned onto it, holding the cup out to the woman who was a little less polite as she had been before. He shrugged..what did he care? She refilled his cup slowly, keeping an eye on him. He gave her a blank stare and waited for his drink. When she handed it to him, he turned around slowly. He watched the cup carefully as he walked back, not wanting to spill it. He was paying so much attention to it that he didnt realize that the object of his previous interest had walked into the building.
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Post by Deon on Jul 19, 2007 22:53:51 GMT -5
The ringing of a single cell phone.
One dark eye slowly opened from under a curtain of long lashes, staring at the phone that peeked out of the messenger bag thrown across the table just long enough for her eyes to register the number of who was calling. She uncrossed her legs from the meditation half-lotus position that she had taken up on the seat of the booth and, with a serenely calm face, slowly flipped the phone open and answered with a soft hello.
The boy on the other line was frantic, panicky, asking her desperately for help to get into character for the show they were putting on tonight. It was a dance they had been working on for weeks, and he felt as though he wasn't able to connect with the story. Ming let out an easygoing sigh. They had worked on this point many times before. She leaned back in the booth and stretched out her legs, placing her feet on the seat opposite her.
"Okay now, listen to me. There is no need to fret about this. ...No, it doesn't come easy to me. Cut it out. ...I do so get nervous sometimes. Just listen. Breathe with me. It's calming. In... out. In... out. Longer. Feel where the air enters in through your nostrils, the way it travels to your lungs and comes back out. Feel it. Focus. Clarify. Do it again. In... out." She raised her hands up to her face with each inhale, and let them drop again as she let her breath leave her lips in a whoosh that could be heard over the phone.
"Now envision this in your mind as I tell you the story. Remember the steps. You are -- keep breathing like I told you! -- you are a flower hopelessly in love with the rain, the most beautiful flower in the field. ...Yes, a flower. ...And they have male parts too. Stop, we've been over this. ...And quit that, you have a beautiful plié. Now listen." Her voice was soft, enchanting, as she lovingly whispered to him the story as she did a special secret to a beloved friend. "Each day you unfurl your leaves and hold your petals up to the clouds in full bloom, waiting for her to come greet you with her kisses. You not only want her, but you need her." Her voice dropped to a somber tone. "But the rain is fickle. She has seen other flowers she finds more beautiful and flashy than you in her fleeting glance, and has given them her undivided attention. She dances with them in the background, dousing them in her loving droplets, and giving nothing to you but clouds overhead. You reach for her, you try to get her so badly as she goes over your head -- this is where I do the grand jeté and you grab for my ankles -- but you always fail to bring her down. Finally you can go no longer without her. You want her so badly, and you can't let her go, so you suffer. Your beautiful petals start to fall off, your leaves start to wilt, and you, once the most beautiful flower in the field, start to die. The rain, so naive, doesn't realize how much she cares for you until she sees you slipping away, realizes the beauty that has been lost to the world. So she cries, and she finally comes to you, bringing with her the wind and the storms of her anguish, trying to bring you back. You try so hard for her, your leaves trembling as they try to extend, your roots soaking up what she gives you, being whipped weakly against the wind in her presence, but you are unable to bloom. Finally you succumb to the storm, your roots are ripped out from the ground by the wind, you are harmed by her fickle love. But you still care for her deeply, and she weeps over you as you lay uprooted, dying, loving you more than she ever has at this moment of loss." She paused for a moment, listening to his inhale, his exhale, his steady, calm breathing, and spoke again. "And the dance is over. Do you feel any better? Can you visualize what you are playing?" she asked. "I don't want you to worry or be pained. You're going to do fine. You've always pulled through. Do not doubt yourself."
A few more words of encouragement, a few more statements of gratitude, and Ming flipped the phone shut. She leaned her head back and let her eyes close once more, letting herself become enveloped in the emotion of the dance, examining with intense awareness everything she felt to control it, to replicate it. The idea had sprung from a wonderful daydream. She felt the emotion fully, then let it slip away into an emptiness, a clarity with which she could return to the world around her.
She brushed back a piece of dark hair that had slipped out of the loose ponytail in the back of her head. It had fallen in front of her eyes and was impairing her vision. The chattering of two people in a booth across from her entered her ears, a sound that had been tuned out by her brain while she was in deep concentration earlier and while she was talking to her partner over the phone. A flash of blond hair appeared in her peripheral vision; her eyes flickered to the side to get a better glimpse. He seemed to be concentrating on not looking at the two who were talking, staring at his cup of coffee intently now. He passed her on his way back to his seat, and she spoke up as he walked by, her eyes shut now, not looking at him, almost as if the sentence weren't directed towards him.
"The denial of your longing makes it even harder to bear, you know. You should either learn to let it go or give into it and examine what you feel during, afterwards... realize the nature of it and why such suffering is unnecessary. Either way, depending on how you use it, it can be an enlightening experience."
She opened one eye, took a quick look to scrutinize his expression, then shut it again with a smile. "I shouldn't interfere, but it's obvious on your face, and I thought perhaps my advice could help, though a stranger suddenly speaking up must seem... well, strange." She chuckled at her lack for a better word. "Apparently I'm quite the counselor. At least, Travis seems to think so," she added as an afterthought, remembering their recent conversation.
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Post by Tiffany on Jul 21, 2007 0:06:37 GMT -5
Daedalus stopped suddenly, jerking his hand back as the coffee suddenly splashed onto his long fingers. He shook them quickly, ridding them of the hot coffee. He wiped his burned hand on his shirt, intending to take the shirt off as soon as he got outside anyway. He watched his coffee slosh around in the cup, expecting it to splash him again any second. He looked over to the girl that had spoken to him. "Yes, I do realize that..It is just sometimes some temptations should be resisted..even for the lack of will power." He said quietly looking the girl over. "Counselor?" He paused, then shook his head diligently. "No, keep your counseling to yourself, I would prefer just a civil conversation if you dont mind?" He said raising an eyebrow and the cup of coffee, motioning toward her with the cup before drinking one timid sup from it. He kept the wince from his face as the coffee burned his tongue once again.
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Post by Deon on Jul 21, 2007 1:15:53 GMT -5
((I didn't realize how f**ing long that post was.))
Ming smiled. "Of course you're right. But it's not the temptations themselves that need to be resisted. They can be eradicated if you just understand the cause, and the foolishness of it all." She glanced over at his scrunched-up face as he drank the coffee. "Like you... and whatever reason you're drinking that before it starts to cool, even after it has already burned your fingers." Her eyes widened as she realized something, her mouth dropping into a small "o."
"I'm sorry about that, by the way!" she hastily added. "I didn't mean to startle you. Truly." She thought back to what he had said earlier, before he burned his lips on the hot liquid.
"Whether it be help or a civil conversation, I'll be happy enough to oblige. Though I don't know how much company I'll be. I was the type in Kindergarten marked: Does not play well with others. Generally I keep to myself, or others find me so intensely boring or with such foreign ideas that they just leave me alone." She shrugged with a smile. "Ah, well, gives me more time to look inward, you know? A silver lining to everything. But I can't complain about existence. I love living. It's strange how many people don't."
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Post by Tiffany on Jul 21, 2007 19:26:23 GMT -5
Daedalus stopped what he was doing to think about that. He motioned to see if he could take a seat across from her. He sat down calmly setting his cup on the table. " I have to say in all honesty it is not your fault that it happened. I am easily distracted, and forgetful.." He said rambling on, waving his hand in front of him to show how easily his thoughts got away from him. He paused only to look at the red mark staining his hand right below his thumb. He shrugged and turned back to her. "I love life as well, but I prefer to love life outside.." He said in a mock conspiratory whisper. "I am an avid lover of all things outdoors, and Im inside...well.. ermm.. I couldnt tell you why I am inside, I just wandered in and fancied a cup of coffee. Which is excellent." He said as an afterthought.
((wanted to post, but cant get into character..this post sux.. oh and as two btw..Doesnt play well with others: My dad has that as a bumpersticker on his truck..which rocks..and I pride myself in saying that I read allll of your previous post.. in its entirety..which is good for my short attention span! LOL))
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